To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. A Song.
1 Praise is awaiting You, O God, in Zion;
And to You the [a]vow shall be performed.
To You all flesh will come.
As for our transgressions,
You will provide atonement for them.
And cause to approach You,
That he may dwell in Your courts.
We shall be satisfied with the goodness of Your house,
Of Your holy temple.
O God of our salvation,
You who are the confidence of all the ends of the earth,
And of the far-off seas;
Being clothed with power;
The noise of their waves,
And the tumult of the peoples.
You make the outgoings of the morning and evening [b]rejoice.
You greatly enrich it;
The river of God is full of water;
You provide their grain,
For so You have prepared it.
You settle its furrows;
You make it soft with showers,
You bless its growth.
And Your paths drip with abundance.
And the little hills rejoice on every side.
The valleys also are covered with grain;
They shout for joy, they also sing.